I Hate The Parking Dept
For those of you who have never attended a four year university you may horrified by the following post.
In high school, I kept my car in the big, weatherproof garages at either my Mom or Dads house. During school, I could park wherever I wanted. Sometimes my favorite spot was taken but there was always somewhere else I could go.
Not so in college.
Not only am I forced to pay $70 a semester to leave my car in a lot exposed to the elements (and rich JC bitches who throw ice cream cones at my car); but I must move it to another parking lot halfway across campus during home basketball games. That's right, despite the fact that I have supported this school with my tuition and respect (until recently) they still sell me and many other students out and whore themselves to sports fans.
Fuck you red permit and fuck you parking guys.
In high school, I kept my car in the big, weatherproof garages at either my Mom or Dads house. During school, I could park wherever I wanted. Sometimes my favorite spot was taken but there was always somewhere else I could go.
Not so in college.
Not only am I forced to pay $70 a semester to leave my car in a lot exposed to the elements (and rich JC bitches who throw ice cream cones at my car); but I must move it to another parking lot halfway across campus during home basketball games. That's right, despite the fact that I have supported this school with my tuition and respect (until recently) they still sell me and many other students out and whore themselves to sports fans.
Fuck you red permit and fuck you parking guys.
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